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"Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom -- or Empire, rather," saidthe Tin Woodman, politely including the entire party in a royal wave of hisarm. "It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle, wherethere is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel-plated, my valet will do it free of all expense."

While the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyes had been noting the rose in hisbutton-hole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of the flowertremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and in a moment morethe Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was nothing else than atransformation of old Mombi. At the same instant Mombi knew she wasdiscovered and must quickly plan an escape, and as transformations were easyto her she immediately took the form of a Shadow and glided along the wallof the tent toward the entrance, thinking thus to disappear.

But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than theWitch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent before the Shadow,and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely that Mombi couldnot find a crack big

259enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his friends were greatlysurprised at Glinda's actions; for none of them had noted the Shadow. Butthe Sorceress said to them:

"Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with usin this tent, and I hope to capture her."

These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from ashadow to a Black Ant, in which shape she crawled along the ground, seekinga crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.

Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being Just beforethe city gates, was hard and smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about,Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect its capture But, Justas her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, madeher last transformation, and in the form of a huge Griffin sprang throughthe wall of the tent -- tearing the silk asunder in her rush -- and in amoment had darted away with the speed of a whirlwind.

Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the Saw-Horseand cried:

"Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run -- run -- run!"

The Saw-Horse ran. Like a flash he followed the

260Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays ofa star. Before our friends could recover from their surprise both theGriffin and the Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight.

"Come! Let us follow!" cried the Scarecrow.

They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled aboard.

"Fly!" commanded Tip, eagerly.

"Where to?" asked the Gump, in its calm voice.

"I don't know," returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; "but if youwill mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda has gone."

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"Very well," returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings andmounted high into the air.

Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks, speedingone after the other; and they knew these specks must be the Griffin and theSaw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump's attention to them and bade the creaturetry to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But, swift as was the Gump'sflight, the pursued and pursuer moved more swiftly yet, and within a fewmoments were blotted out against the dim horizon.

"Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless," said the Scarecrow. "for theLand of Oz is of small extent, and sooner or later they must both come to ahalt."

Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a Griffin, forits legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more enduring than that ofother animals. But she had not reckoned on the untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days without slacking their speed.Therefore, after an hour's hard running, the Griffin's breath began to fail,and it panted and gasped painfully, and moved more slowly than before. Thenit reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands.But its tired feet sank far

262into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward, completelyexhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.

Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; andhaving unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threwit over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so destroyed themagical power of Mombi's transformation.

For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while in itsplace was discovered the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely at theserene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.

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"You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer,"said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. "Lie still a moment, and restyourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent."

"Why do you seek me?" asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly forlack of breath. "What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?"

"You have done nothing to me," answered the gentle Sorceress; "but I suspectyou have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find it is truethat you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to punish youseverely."

"I defy you!" croaked the old hag. "You dare not harm me!"

Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands besideGlinda. Our friends

265were delighted to find that Mombi had finally been captured, and after ahurried consultation it was decided they should all return to the camp inthe Gump. So the Saw-Horse was tossed aboard, and then Glinda still holdingan end of the golden thread that was around Mombi's neck, forced herprisoner to climb into the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave theword to the Gump to return.

The Journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim andsullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the magicalthread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda's return with loudcheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the royal tent,which had been neatly repaired during their absence.

"Now," said the Sorceress to Mombi, "I want you to tell us why the WonderfulWizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the child, Ozma,which so curiously disappeared."

"How glad I am to be a Woggle-Bug!" murmured the Highly Magnified Insect,softly. "No one can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."

"Well," said the Scarecrow, "what shall we do to make Mombi speak? Unlessshe tells us what we wish to know her capture will do us no good at all."

"Suppose we try kindness," suggested the Tin Woodman. "I've heard thatanyone can be conquered with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be."

At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin Woodmanshrank back abashed.

Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned toMombi and said:

"You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I amdetermined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell meall that you know, I will certainly put you to death."

"Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an awfulthing to kill anyone -- even old Mombi!"

"But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi todeath, because she will prefer to tell me the truth."

"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much relieved.

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"Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,". said Mombi, speaking sosuddenly that she startled them all. "What will you do with me then?"

"In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a powerfuldraught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have ever learned."

"Then I would become a helpless old woman!"

"But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.

"Do try to keep silent!" said Tip, nervously.

"I'll try," responded Jack; "but you will admit that it's a good thing to bealive."

"Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated," added the Woggle-Bug,nodding approval.

"You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if youremain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the truth.But I think you will prefer to live.

Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was inearnest, and not to be trifled with. So she replied, slowly:

"I will answer your questions."

"That is what I expected," said Glinda, pleasantly. "You have chosen wisely,I assure you."

She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful goldencasket. From this

268the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl, attached to a slender chain whichshe placed around her neck in such a way that the pearl rested upon herbosom, directly over her heart.

"Now," said she, "I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay youthree visits?"

"Because I would not come to him," answered Mombi.

"That is no answer," said Glinda, sternly. "Tell me the truth."

"Well," returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, "he visited me to learn the wayI make tea-biscuits."

"Look up!" commanded the Sorceress.

Mombi obeyed.

"What is the color of my pearl?" demanded Glinda.

"Why -- it is black!" replied the old Witch, in a tone of wonder.

"Then you have told me a falsehood!" cried Glinda, angrily. "Only when thetruth is spoken will my magic pearl remain a pure white in color."

Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive the Sorceress; so shesaid, meanwhile scowling at her defeat:

"The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who was then no more than a baby,and begged me to conceal the child."

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"That is what I thought," declared Glinda, calmly. "What did he give you forthus serving him?"

"He taught me all the magical tricks he knew. Some were good tricks, andsome were only frauds; but I have remained faithful to my promise."

"What did you do with the girl?" asked Glinda; and at this question everyonebent forward and listened eagerly for the reply.

"I enchanted her," answered Mombi.

"In what way?"

"I transformed her into -- into -- "

"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as the Witch hesitated.

"Into a boy!" said Mombi, in a low tone."

A boy!" echoed every voice; and then, because they knew that this old womanhad reared Tip from childhood, all eyes were turned to where the boy stood.

"Yes," said the old Witch, nodding her head; "that is the Princess Ozma --the child brought to me by the Wizard who stole her father's throne. That isthe rightful ruler of the Emerald City!" and she pointed her long bonyfinger straight at the boy.

Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his small brown hand within herdainty white one.

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"You are not a girl just now" said she, gently, "because Mombi transformedyou into a boy. But you were born a girl, and also a Princess; so you mustresume your proper form, that you may become Queen of the Emerald City."

"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!" exclaimed Tip, ready to cry. "I want to staya boy, and travel with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the Woggle-Bug, and Jack -- yes! and my friend the Saw-Horse -- and the Gump! I don'twant to be a girl!"

"Never mind, old chap," said the Tin Woodman, soothingly; "it don't hurt tobe a girl, I'm told; and we will all remain your faithful friends just thesame. And, to be honest with you, I've always considered girls nicer thanboys."

"They're just as nice, anyway," added the Scarecrow, patting Tipaffectionately upon the head.

"And they are equally good students," proclaimed the Woggle-Bug. "I shouldlike to become your tutor, when you are transformed into a girl again."

"But -- see here!" said Jack Pumpkinhead, with a gasp: "if you become agirl, you can't be my dear father any more!"

"No," answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety. "and I shall not besorry to escape the relationship." Then he added, hesitatingly, as he turnedto

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Glinda: "I might try it for awhile,-just to see how it seems, you know. Butif I don't like being a girl you must promise to change me into a boyagain."

"Really," said the Sorceress, "that is beyond my magic. I never deal intransformations, for they are not honest, and no respectable sorceress likesto make things appear to be what they are not. Only unscrupulous witches usethe art, and therefore I must ask Mombi to effect your release from hercharm, and restore you to your proper form. It will be the last opportunityshe will have to practice magic."

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Now that the truth about Princes Ozma had been discovered, Mombi did notcare what became of Tip; but she feared Glinda's anger, and the boygenerously promised to provide for Mombi in her old age if he became theruler of the Emerald City. So the Witch consented to effect thetransformation, and preparations for the event were at once made.

Glinda ordered her own royal couch to be placed in the center of the tent.It was piled high with cushions covered with rose-colored silk, and from agolden railing above hung many folds of pink gossamer, completely concealingthe interior of the couch.

The first act of the Witch was to make the boy drink a potion which quicklysent him into a deep and dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Woodman and theWoggle-Bug bore him gently to the couch, placed him upon the soft cushions,and drew the gossamer hangings to shut him from all earthly view.

The Witch squatted upon the ground and kindled a tiny fire of dried herbs,which she drew from her bosom. When the blaze shot up and burned clearly oldMombi scattered a handful of magical powder over the fire, which straightwaygave off a rich violet vapor, filling all the tent with its fragrance andforcing the Saw-Horse to sneeze -- although he had been warned to keepquiet.

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Then, while the others watched her curiously, the hag chanted a rhythmicalverse in words which no one understood, and bent her lean body seven timesback and forth over the fire. And now the incantation seemed complete, forthe Witch stood upright and cried the one word "Yeowa!" in a loud voice.

The vapor floated away; the atmosphere became, clear again; a whiff of freshair filled the tent, and the pink curtains of the couch trembled slightly,as if stirred from within.

Glinda walked to the canopy and parted the silken hangings. Then she bentover the cushions, reached out her hand, and from the couch arose the formof a young girl, fresh and beautiful as a May morning. Her eyes sparkled astwo diamonds, and her lips were tinted like a tourmaline. All adown her backfloated tresses of ruddy gold, with a slender jeweled circlet confining themat the brow. Her robes of silken gauze floated around her like a cloud, anddainty satin slippers shod her feet.

At this exquisite vision Tip's old comrades stared in wonder for the spaceof a full minute, and then every head bent low in honest admiration of thelovely Princess Ozma. The girl herself cast one look into Glinda's brightface, which glowed with pleasure and satisfaction, and then turned upon the

276others. Speaking the words with sweet diffidence, she said:

"I hope none of you will care less for me than you did before. I'm just thesame Tip, you know; only -- only -- "

"Only you're different!" said the Pumpkinhead; and everyone thought it wasthe wisest speech he had ever made.

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When the wonderful tidings reached the ears of Queen Jinjur -- how Mombi theWitch had been captured; how she had confessed her crime to Glinda; and howthe long-lost Princess Ozma had been discovered in no less a personage thanthe boy Tip -- she wept real tears of grief and despair.

"To think," she moaned, "that after having ruled as Queen, and lived in apalace, I must go back to scrubbing floors and churning butter again! It istoo horrible to think of! I will never consent!"

So when her soldiers, who spent most of their time making fudge in thepalace kitchens, counseled Jinjur to resist, she listened to their foolishprattle and sent a sharp defiance to Glinda the Good and the Princess Ozma.The result was a declaration of war, and the very next day Glinda marchedupon the Emerald City with pennants flying and bands playing,

But when it came to the walls this brave assembly made a sudden halt; forJinjur had closed and barred every gateway, and the walls of the EmeraldCity were builded high and thick with many blocks of green marble. Findingher advance thus baffled, Glinda bent her brows in deep thought, while theWoggle-Bug said, in his most positive tone:

"We must lay siege to the city, and starve it into submission. It is theonly thing we can do."

"Not so," answered the Scarecrow. "We still have the Gump, and the Gump canstill fly"

The Sorceress turned quickly at this speech, and her face now wore a brightsmile.

"You are right," she exclaimed, "and certainly have reason to be proud ofyour brains. Let us go to the Gump at once!"

So they passed through the ranks of the army until they came to the place,near the Scarecrow's tent, where the Gump lay. Glinda and Princess Ozmamounted first, and sat upon the sofas. Then the Scarecrow and his friendsclimbed aboard, and still there was room for a Captain and three soldiers,which Glinda considered sufficient for a guard.

Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer

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Thing they had called the Gump flopped its palm-leaf wings and rose into theair, carrying the party of adventurers high above the walls. They hoveredover the palace, and soon perceived Jinjur reclining in a hammock in thecourtyard, where she was comfortably reading a novel with a green cover andeating green chocolates, confident that the walls would protect her from herenemies. Obeying a quick command, the Gump alighted safely in this verycourtyard, and before Jinjur had time to do more than scream, the Captainand three soldiers

281leaped out and made the former Queen a prisoner, locking strong chains uponboth her wrists.

That act really ended the war; for the Army of Revolt submitted as soon asthey knew Jinjur to be a captive, and the Captain marched in safety throughthe streets and up to the gates of the city, which she threw wide open. Thenthe bands played their most stirring music while Glinda's army marched intothe city, and heralds proclaimed the conquest of the audacious Jinjur andthe accession of the beautiful Princess Ozma to the throne of her royalancestors.

At once the men of the Emerald City cast off their aprons. And it is saidthat the women were so tired eating of their husbands' cooking that they

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282all hailed the conquest of Jinjur with Joy. Certain it is that, rushing oneand all to the kitchens of their houses, the good wives prepared sodelicious a feast for the weary men that harmony was immediately restored inevery family.

Ozma's first act was to oblige the Army of Revolt to return to her everyemerald or other gem stolen from the public streets and buildings; and sogreat was the number of precious stones picked from their settings by thesevain girls, that every one of the royal jewelers worked steadily for morethan a month to replace them in their settings.

Meanwhile the Army of Revolt was disbanded and the girls sent home to theirmothers. On promise of good behavior Jinjur was likewise released.

Ozma made the loveliest Queen the Emerald City had ever known; and, althoughshe was so young and inexperienced, she ruled her people with wisdom andJustice. For Glinda gave her good advice on all occasions; and the Woggle-Bug, who was appointed to the important post of Public Educator, was quitehelpful to Ozma when her royal duties grew perplexing.

The girl, in her gratitude to the Gump for its services, offered thecreature any reward it might name.

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"Then," replied the Gump, "please take me to pieces. I did not wish to bebrought to life, and I am greatly ashamed of my conglomerate personality.Once I was a monarch of the forest, as my antlers fully prove; but now, inmy present upholstered condition of servitude, I am compelled to fly throughthe air -- my legs being of no use to me whatever. Therefore I beg to bedispersed."

So Ozma ordered the Gump taken apart. The antlered head was again hung overthe mantle-piece in the hall, and the sofas were untied and placed in thereception parlors. The broom tail resumed its accustomed duties in thekitchen, and finally, the Scarecrow replaced all the clotheslines and ropeson the pegs from which he had taken them on the eventful day when the Thingwas constructed.

You might think that was the end of the Gump; and so it was, as a flying-machine. But the head over the mantle-piece continued to talk whenever ittook a notion to do so, and it frequently startled, with its abruptquestions, the people who waited in the hall for an audience with the Queen.

The Saw-Horse, being Ozma's personal property, was tenderly cared for; andoften she rode the queer creature along the streets of the Emerald City. Shehad its wooden legs shod with gold, to keep them

284from wearing out, and the tinkle of these golden shoes upon the pavementalways filled the Queen's subjects with awe as they thought upon thisevidence of her magical powers.

"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the people saidto one another, in whispers; "for he claimed to do many things he could notdo; whereas our new Queen does many things no one would ever expect her toaccomplish."

Jack Pumpkinhead remained with Ozma to the end of his days; and he did notspoil as soon as he had feared, although he always remained as stupid asever. The Woggle-Bug tried to teach him several arts and sciences; but Jackwas so poor a student that any attempt to educate him was soon abandoned.

After Glinda's army had marched back home, and peace was restored to theEmerald City, the Tin Woodman announced his intention to return to his ownKingdom of the Winkies.

"It isn't a very big Kingdom," said he to Ozma, "but for that very reason itis easier to rule; and I have called myself an Emperor because I am anAbsolute Monarch, and no one interferes in any way with my conduct of publicor personal affairs. When I get home I shall have a new coat of nickelplate; for I have become somewhat marred and scratched lately;

285and then I shall be glad to have you pay me a visit."

"Thank you," replied Ozma. "Some day I may accept the invitation. But whatis to become of the Scarecrow?"

"I shall return with my friend the Tin Woodman," said the stuffed one,seriously. "We have decided never to be parted in the future."

"And I have made the Scarecrow my Royal Treasurer," explained the TinWoodman." For it has occurred to me that it is a good thing to have a RoyalTreasurer who is made of money. What do you think?"

"I think," said the little Queen, smiling, "that your friend must be therichest man in all the world."

"I am," returned the Scarecrow. "but not on account of my money. For Iconsider brains far superior to money, in every way. You may have noticedthat if one has money without brains, he cannot use it to advantage; but ifone has brains without money, they will enable him to live comfortably tothe end of his days."

"At the same time," declared the Tin Woodman, "you must acknowledge that agood heart is a thing that brains can not create, and that money can notbuy. Perhaps, after all, it is I who am the richest man in all the world."

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"You are both rich, my friends," said Ozma, gently; "and your riches are theonly riches worth having -- the riches of content!"